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Poem by David Herbert Lawrence


A Love Song


Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.

Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlights fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine. 



                      David Herbert Lawrence


David Herbert Lawrence's other poems:
  1. Service of all the Dead
  2. Meeting among the Mountains
  3. Discipline
  4. The Mosquito
  5. Listening


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Clarence Dennis A Love Song ("O! Hernia! My hernia")
  • Royall Tyler A Love Song ("By the fierce flames of Love I'm in a sad taking")

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